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That Time Of The Year

I'm talking about the release of the A Level results yesterday, and the subsequent application to the local Universities.

Yes, i've asked some of my juniors how they fared, and few were actually happy with their results. They made me remember how disappointed i felt when i got back my own results. Even though i knew i deserved it, a slap on the face is never nice.

However, determined to get into a local Uni, i was.



Desperate, in fact.

So desperate that i applied for every single Uni, and for courses that seemed the easiest to get in, like FASS and NIE. Of cos, for what i took in JC (Arts fac + no maths), what i could choose was limited to those choices anyway. Forget about Law or Communication Studies. In my mind, all i wanted was to snag a spot in a local U first. Anything else can wait.

I applied for as many discretionary criterias (to enter the uni without looking at my academic, but at my other talents or achievements) as i could find, went for every single interview that was thrown my way, and basically just begged the interviewers to take me in. I must have went for 3 or 4 interviews, all of which i aced because they all offered me spots with them. And not to forget my bubbly personality and ability to make anyone feel at ease.

Did i just say that out loud? -pukes-



Anyway, in the end, i chose NUS FASS above everything else. Hell, it's the natural path for Arts students (and a dumping ground for Sci students) anyway.

But this year, it's a totally different game. I'm applying to get into Communications Studies, or Mass Comm, as it is generally known.

Yes, of cos i know it's a tough course, why else did i not try to get it last year? Since i've got a place in NUS already, there's no harm in trying right? I don't mind if i don't get it.

Really (not).